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Vector iw tye Garden. 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
L 
INE years old! The first of any 
Seem the happiest years that come ;— 
Yet when J was nine, I said 
No such word !—I thought, instead, 
That the Greeks had used as many 
In besieging Llum. 
II. 
Nine green years had scarcely brought me 
To my childhood’s haunted spring ;— 
I had life, like flowers and bees, 
In betwixt the country trees ; 
And the sun, the pleasure taught me, 
Which he teacheth every thing. 
Ill. 
If the rain fell, there was sorrow ;— 
Little head leaned on the pane, 
Little finger drawing down it 
The long trailing drops upon it,— 
And the “ Rain, rain, come to-morrow,” 
Said for charm against the rain. 

